Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moby Grape to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Judy Mowatt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
Country Joe & The Fish,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Toni Rubio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
China Crisis,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
The Gladiators,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.